But the moment I opened the door, I was no longer surprised.

Because there was no couch at all!!!

"Elvis, I distinctly remember there being a couch here. Where is it?"

I was frantic.

But Elvis remained calm, raising an eyebrow at me, "Other than the bed, what else do you see here?"

I looked around and felt a cold chill run through me.

They say older people are wiser for a reason.

These four, with a combined age of two hundred years, really didn't hold back in bullying us two kids.

"Just accept it."

Elvis casually sprawled out on the bed, then looked at me with a hint of impatience, "Are you going to sleep or not?"

I stood there with my arms crossed, torn.

Staring at Elvis lying on the bed, I asked cautiously, "You're not going to try anything, right?"

Elvis suddenly burst into laughter.

And it was a surprisingly nice laugh.

He propped his head up with one arm and gave me a once-over.

"Maggie, where do you get this confidence from? With that shriveled body of yours, like a withered cucumber, do you think I'm that desperate?"

"Elvis, are you asking for a beating?"

I was instantly enraged and jumped onto the bed, raising my fists to give him a piece of my mind. But before I could land a punch, Elvis flipped over, and the next second, the blanket was thrown over my head, wrapping me up tightly.

I tried to struggle, but Elvis tightened his grip from outside the blanket.

"Alright, just go to sleep, Princess Maggie."

For some reason, that "Princess Maggie" from Elvis struck a chord in me.

Actually, Elvis and I didn't always have such a terrible relationship.

At least in kindergarten, we got along really well.

Back then, I made Elvis call me Princess Maggie, and he obediently did so.

I told him to be my little follower, and he happily complied.

But somewhere along the line, things took a turn for the worse between us.

I pressed my lips together, thinking about how Elvis had given up the blanket for me. I decided to let him off the hook this time.

The next morning, when I woke up, I found Elvis staring at me with wide eyes.

I was startled.

I thought to myself, could this guy possibly have a crush on me?

But then Elvis spoke up, and his tone was dripping with disdain.

"Maggie, do you even realize that you grind your teeth and snore in your sleep? Are you really a girl?"

"Who grinds their teeth and snores? Don't accuse me of things I didn't do."

I glared at him fiercely.